Super Zombie Factory

Sitting at the top of the huge conference hall, Lu Chuan stared at the inspectors below.

There were 5,000 supervisors, and the number actually reached 4,971.

Almost the strongest group of human beings has arrived. The ones that are not there are recorded in the reincarnation space, and their task volume prevents them from returning in hundreds of years.

The absence of this person does not affect the overall situation.

"This period of time, everyone has worked hard." Lu Chuan's tone was relaxed, with a smile on his face that made everyone feel at ease. Anyone who knows Lu Chuan knows that as long as Lu Chuan has this expression on his face, there is nothing to worry about.

The people below, naturally, said that it was not hard.

Lu Chuan nodded and said: "The current situation must be known. The Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race is gathering more than a thousand races, and will fight the final battle against mankind. What is the wisdom given to us by the ancestors? This is the first move. If we are strong, we will suffer later. Since this battle is inevitable, then we must preemptively and take the initiative in our own hands."

"Now is the time for the big battle."

"What you have to do is to guard the competitive planet and ignore the home planet."

"No matter how the enemy attacks the competitive planet, you only need to stay on the competitive planet, and leave the rest to me to solve."

"In fact, this decisive battle should be the battle of the governor."

The strength of the governor is too strong, strong enough to influence the destiny of a race. In front of the Governor, whether it is an inspector or an inspector, they are nothing but cannon fodder.

It was precisely because of this that Lu Chuan asked them to guard the competitive planet.

The existence of the water elves is Lu Chuan's trump card and the decisive factor. Lu Chuan made this decision because he understood the horror of the water elves. With its existence, it was enough to overthrow all opponents.

Lu Chuan's words have always been eloquent here. Although the people below are worried, they know that the moment Lu Chuan said it will not change. Lu Chuan took humans to this point all the way, Lu Chuan's prestige and Lu Chuan's invincibility all the way, made everyone unconditionally believe in Lu Chuan.

"Let's mobilize, and then I'll leave it to you here."

Lu Chuan said quietly, and then left here.

After everyone left, Victoria found Lu Chuan. Needless to say, Lu Chuan also knew what Victoria wanted to say. Lu Chuan said: "Victoria, trust me, I never do anything unsure, you guard the competitive planet for me."

Victoria nodded and said, "Be careful."

Lu Chuan laughed. He stroked Victoria's blonde hair and said in a very confident voice: "They can't hurt me."

In the past few years, the three races have been dispatched to find out where the competitive planets of dozens of races are located, all of which have sent price tags to Lu Chuan. These goals are the targets of Lu Chuan's crackdown.

The competitive planet of the banshee clan was secretly not found, but Lu Chuan didn't care.

He is about to have enough trial points to exchange for the fifth-level governor. When the game of God is over, the Sinking Banshee Race will be obliterated, and it will become nothingness no matter how well it is hidden. It can be said that in Lu Chuan's eyes, the Sinking Banshee Clan is irrelevant.

After giving Victoria a kiss, Lu Chuan resolutely left.

So many races want their lives, how can they let them come to the door?

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Lu Chuan stood in the starry sky with his hand in his hand, waiting for something.

The next moment, Tishna and King Kong appeared. They stood behind Lu Chuan, looking at Lu Chuan’s back. I don’t know why. After Lu Chuan disappeared for a while, goodbye now, the aura that Lu Chuan exudes is completely different. Up.

"Lu Chuan."

"Supervisor!"

Lu Chuan didn't care about the two completely different greetings, he turned around.

I haven't seen it for more than three years, but the time course Lu Chuan has gone through is hundreds of millions of years. This sense of vicissitudes is far less than that of King Kong.

Lu Chuan nodded and said, "This time I call you all to preemptively. This game of gods, it's time to end."

King Kong and Tishna both heard a flash of light in their eyes and immediately became excited. Especially King Kong, his pressure is the greatest, because he doesn't know when the banshee clan will sink to surpass himself.

Every day, for King Kong, it is suffering.

"Supervisor, what do you want to do?" King Kong said loudly.

Lu Chuan said with a light smile: "Actually, you don't need to do anything, you just need to give me a battle. Dealing with these races is nothing at all."

The previous top ten races were all killed by Lu Chuan. The current top ten are only promoted from the top twenty. Their strength was not enough in Lu Chuan's eyes. In the past, what restricted Lu Chuan was actually the frequency of water elves. Now these are no longer a problem. Naturally, in Lu Chuan's eyes, these races are the existence of scum.

Tishna is the person who knows the strength of Lu Chuan best, this is a man who can truly subvert everything.

"Before there was an important thing to worry about. I didn't talk about it with you because I couldn't leak any wind. You have done a good job during this period of time. The competitive planets of these races are enough." Lu Chuan laughed.

The coordinates of dozens of races on the competitive planet are enough for them to make a noise, so that they will never expect who their next target will be.

Of course, even if they knew it, Lu Chuan didn't care. The day the autumn wind swept away was when the leaves flew away.

Tishna and King Kong both laughed, they did do more, not limited to the race Lu Chuan said. The mobilization of the three tribes really scared the Hundred Clan Alliance at first, making them huddled inside and panicked.

Lu Chuan didn't say any more, but took a step forward: "Let's go, this magical game, it's time to have a result."

Immediately, Lu Chuan disappeared.

Tishna and King Kong are not slow, they follow.

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Hundred-legged tarantula family.

The previous twenty-seventh, jumped to eighth, that is, a governor with planetary consciousness that Lu Chuan knew. At this point, it also knew the time was up, so it didn't hide anymore, hunted and killed the governors of several races in succession, which greatly increased its trial points.

This is the reason why it has entered the top eight.

The rise of the Hundred-legged Tarantula Clan has scared many clansmen in the alliance, even the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Clan can't imagine it.

Lu Chuan's first stop is here, and the most likely threat will be wiped out when it has not risen.

Lu Chuan tore through the space, his mind moved here, Tishna and King Kong behind him were not slow, and arrived at the same time. The three of them stared at the light-year star in front of them, no matter how many times they looked at it, they would be shocked by it.

"Next, I will show you how strong planet consciousness will be after it has been promoted to level 3."

"I'm already suspecting that God has given these five thousand races five lucky chances."

"Get planet consciousness, and then understand God's intentions to upgrade planet consciousness."

"Who can complete it, who is qualified to stand before God."

Lu Chuan whispered, it was because he mastered the water spirit that he finally understood this. Speaking of it, how could God have loopholes? Or is this a deliberate setting of God? Unfortunately, God may not think of the importance of being with a team sometimes.

King Kong has no planetary consciousness, but it will also become the race that sees God.

Tishna slapped the bone wings, pointed at the light-year star in front of him, and said, "What?"

King Kong is eager to try.

Lu Chuan shook his head, but instead held his arms: "Nothing is needed, we can just wait here. Water Elf, let's start, smash this competitive planet."

While Lu Chuan was talking, the water spirit had already appeared, and it distorted the space in front of the three of Lu Chuan and disappeared.

When the water elves appeared near the lightyear star, the guardian of the Hundred-legged tarantula clan finally reacted, but it was only ready to form the illusion, but the water elves were one step ahead of it and directly shattered the guardian. A soul flies away. In the next step, the water spirit began to zoom in infinitely in the distorted space.

In just a few seconds, it turned out to be even bigger than the light-year star, and turned into a cosmic monster several light-years high.

In these ten seconds, the inspectors in the Hundred-legged Tarantula Clan also realized something was wrong.

The Governor of the Hundred-legged Tarantula Clan, who had been stationed on the competitive planet, could not do anything at all. It released its planetary consciousness, but was shattered and dissipated. And all its attacks were ignored by the water elves.

In fact, it was the water elves who locked them all into the illusion. Everything about them was like fantasy. What's the use?

From a distance, Tishna and King Kong both opened their mouths and looked at the behemoth that was several light years old. Is this the horror of the water elves? The light-year star became just a sphere in the hands of the water elf. Under the great force, the sphere was squeezed and shattered effortlessly by it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

In the next moment, in both their heads, they received a cosmic broadcast: "The Hundred-legged Tarantula Clan's competitive planet has been destroyed, and the Hundred-legged Tarantula Clan loses the qualification of the Chosen Clan, and the race will be wiped out."

The cruel cosmic broadcasting appeared in the minds of countless governors, inspectors, and inspectors.

It is no exaggeration to say that the long-lost cosmic broadcast has reappeared, which means that the human governor has set off a new round of killing. Next, what kind of race will be unlucky?

The one who feels flustered first is naturally the top ten race.

The butcher knife of the human governor, according to the rules, naturally fell into the top ten races.

For the first time, the top ten races that received the broadcast from the universe all went to the Allied Stars of the Hundred Races for the first time. They needed to find the Governor of the Sinking Banshee Race and discuss the possible actions of the Governor of Humanity in the future.

Others don't know how this cosmic broadcast came from, but Tishna and King Kong do know. They now have only one thought left in their heads: "How easy is the death of a race?"